✌ one. [ accidental recording; ]

[thehankinator]

a Diary. w- woah. I am not a girl. Or Dean. I do not need a Diary.

[ Hank doesn't know what to make of the Book left for him. He takes another look at the note attached to its cover. ]

Or journal. I don't care what its called. [ Grumbles. ] Its pretty lame if you ask me. Why can't I just use my two way satellite communicator? [ Long pause. ] Oh,

Comments

[timefordressup]

I didn't think that electronics could work within the school's barriers.

[thehankinator]

Regular 'ol electronics might not work, but this thing is different because my Pop made it. &he's a genius!

[timefordressup]

Really? What other things has he made?

[thehankinator]

He made a Walking Eye, and uh, a Shrink Ray. What else. Couple of laser canons, a robot named G. U. A. R. D. O. and a whole lot of other stuff.

I wish I could show you, but they don't allow any of that stuff here.

[notthatharry]

...You ate a lot of paste as a child, didn't you?

[thehankinator]

Probably. Playdoh too. Helper wasn't always the best babysitter.

[notthatharry]

Apparently not.

[thehankinator]

I'm not used to this Magic stuff either. Most of its new, I mean, I am more into adventuring like Indiana Jones.